Your
      Wish
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Do
      you
      feel
      for
      one
      second
     
     
      That
      you
      were
      right
      all
      along?
     
     
      No
      use
      now,
     
    

    
     
      The
      past
      is
      permanent.
     
    

    
     
      Faint
      sounds
     
    

    
     
      Haunt
      the
      hands
      of
      history,
     
     
      And
      sometimes
     
    

    
     
      I
      still
      hear
      them.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      You
      wanted
      it
      to
      happen,
     
    

    
     
      You
      asked
      for
      it
      all.
     
    

    
     
      It’s
      misleading
      and
      deceiving,
     
     
      Now
      welcome
      to
      your
      wish.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      When
      you
      speak
      of
      what
      you
      want
     
     
      With
      an
      appalling
      face,
     
    

    
     
      Do
      you
      really
      want
      it?
     
    

    
     
      I
      wonder.
     
    

    
     
      Thousands
      gone
     
    

    
     
      To
      be
      remembered,
     
    

    
     
      Who
      said—
     
    

    
     
      “T
      will
      survive.”
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Dreaded
      civilians
     
    

    
     
      Forced
      into
      battle,
     
    

    
     
      Used
     
    

    
     
      For
      wrongful
      purposes.
     
     
      Faint
      sounds
     
    

    
     
      Haunt
      the
      hands
      of
      history—
     
     
      Don’t
      bullshit
      me,
     
    

    
     
      I
      know
      you
      hear
      them
      too.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      —Clarisse
      Thornton